Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 04:37:42 +0200
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: The Boy on the Train

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THE BOY ON THE TRAIN

In the summer of 1956, I was 15 and lived in Muskogee, Oklahoma.  I was to
spend part of the summer with my aunt, who lived in a little town near
Clarksville, Arkansas.  I was to help some local people renovate a little
parsonage for a small country church.  At 15, I had worked for a carpenter
for several years and was handy with a hammer.

At this time it was still possible to travel between a number of small
places by railroad train.  The trains were afterthoughts of an industry
that made its profit from hauling freight.  If the volume of traffic
justified a few passengers, a coach would be added to the train.  In
particular there was a passenger train that connected Muskogee with
Clarksville in about three hours.  Now these were not the elegant trains
that fed people at linen covered tables and tucked them at night in a
Pullman car.  But they were safe, reliable, and cheap.

I remember getting on the train with my satchel and seeing this boy sitting
with his parents.  He looked bored and when he saw me get on he smiled and
looked me over.  He was a nice looking kid, about 5' 4", slender, nice
smile, parents both reading books.  At 15 I was over 6 feet tall and
weighed about 175 pounds.  I had been carrying lumber and laying shingles
for most of the summer and was pretty fit so no doubt looked big to him.
The seats were in facing pairs and there were very few people on the train,
so I sat across the aisle from them in the seat facing the boy.

He was still looking at me when I sat down so I gave him a little wave and
a smile.  I remember that he blushed and looked away for a minute, then
back at me with a return smile.  We spoke to one another, but couldn't hear
well because of the train noise.  I waved him over and he asked his parents
if he could move over to sit with me.  They looked at me and I smiled and
introduced myself.  I must have looked harmless because they nodded their
approval and went back to reading while he scooted across.

We exchanged the usual getting acquainted information, but I don't remember
where he was from or what his name was. I do remember that he said he was
13 and his arms and legs under his T-shirt and shorts were tanned and
muscular.  I also remember the sensation of being slightly out of breath.
He said he played baseball and they were going somewhere to visit family.
He was very personable and friendly and I think was trying to impress me in
a nice way.  I thought he was very attractive and his shorts were loose
enough that I could see up the inside of his thigh to just above his tan
line.  I kept wondering what his dick looked like and if he had pubic hair
and how much.

We did the usual chat about girlfriends and the BS that implied that we
were regular guys.  There was enough sexiness in the chat to allow us to
both get a bit horny.  I was also wearing shorts which gaped and we were
checking each other out.  After a little of this, I was getting a rise and
guessed he was too.  The conversation lagged and I said I needed to take a
piss and looked at him.  He decided that he did too, and without any
further discussion we started back to the toilet.

It was a bit tight, but we both squeezed into the small toilet.  We stood
pressed side to side and pissed into the bowl, sword fighting with our piss
sabers.  When time came to shake the drips off, we spent some extra time
doing that thoroughly until our dicks started to get harder, although we
both had semis when we started.  The strangeness of the situation made this
terribly exciting.

I had seven inches and was cut, but not very tightly.  I had unruly red
hair with a clump of pubic hair the same color.  I was excited to see that
he was uncut, with a foreskin that slipped easily back and forth across the
head of his five inch dick under a modest brush of straight dark hair..  I
reached across, took his cock in my hand, and played with his skin.  He
quickly got the idea and took me into his hand and began to stroke me.  We
were both very sexed up and in a few minutes sent our sperm to join the
urine in the bowl.  I remember being surprised that he shot a pretty good
wad.  The look on his face was one of both ecstasy and delight.

We zipped up and returned to our seats.  His parents were facing towards
the other end of the car, so we came up behind them and sat down.  Having
just jerked off with a younger boy, I was trying to decide if I should feel
guilty about it or not,when he exhaled and said something about that being
really hot.  I looked at him to see his eyes twinkle and decided that we
were OK.

We began a quiet discussion of when we had learned how to jerk off and with
whom.  While I was an only child, it turned out that he had two older
brothers who had tutored him on the ways of the penis for the past several
years. It quickly became apparent that he knew and had done a good deal
more than I had done.  I became the one asking questions and he supplying
the answers.  Another 30 minutes of this conversation and we had both
regained our erections.  It was decided that we needed to pee again.

This time we slipped into the toilet and faced each other with only a few
inches of space between us.  We had to take turns removing our clothing
with shirts draped over the sink and our pants and underwear down around
our ankles. Following his lead, we rubbed our naked chests and bellies
against each other, my dick against his stomach, his against my thigh.  His
face was against my chest with his mouth around my nipple.

This was a new experience for me and I thought it was wonderful.  I had
jerked off with a couple of my friends before but had never felt anyone's
naked body against the length of me; certainly never with the enthusiasm
that this boy displayed. For a minute I wondered if I would cum against his
stomach as it felt really nice to have his warm skin moving against me.

Again taking the lead, he knelt or rather squatted down with his knees
outside of mine and pressed his face against my very hard cock, first
licking my balls and then up the length of my penis.  When his tongue
reached the head of my dick he slurped it into his mouth and began to give
me my first ever blowjob.  It was difficult to breathe as he took the
length of me into his mouth until his nose and chin were against my pubes
and scrotum and began to do wonderful things with his tongue.  I held his
head between the palms of my hands and tried to keep my knees from
buckling.

I felt my juices begin to rise up and whispered to him a warning that I was
about to cum, but he soldiered on, humming something that sounded
affirmative and I went over the top and began to cum in his mouth.  If it
had not been for the close confines of the small toilet I would have fallen
over backwards from the intensity of the orgasm.  I was afraid that the boy
would be angry with me for cumming in his mouth then realized that he was
keeping it all inside and in fact seemed to have swallowed it all and was
sucking hard to empty me completely.  While gasping for breath I looked
down at him to see him looking up at me with a bright smile and laughing
eyes.  Then he told me it was my turn.

I was spent, but knew that after such a fantastic gift from this boy I had
no alternative but to return the favor.  He stood and I squatted down
sitting back on my heels so I could get my face to the level of his uncut
cock.  I had a few friends who were intact but had never been able to look
closely at them.  I felt a pang of regret that I had been cut and had lost
this lovely flap of skin. Although this was the first time I had ever
attempted to give anyone oral sex, I had just received excellent
instruction by example.

I pulled the skin up over his glans and then sucked the whole thing as
deeply in my mouth as I could.  Once against the back of my throat I pulled
on the skin at the base; retracting the skin and exposing the glans to the
warm wet surface inside my mouth, causing the boy to inhale sharply and
lean his head back with pleasure.  I pulled out until only the head of his
penis was in my mouth then sucked him into the back of my throat again.  I
kept performing this in and out movement while using my tongue to wrap
itself around him in all directions, mimicking the motion he had used on
me.

After a few minutes it appeared that I was doing this correctly as he began
shuddering and panting and bucking his hips, then filled my mouth with a
surprising volume of semen.  I kept it all in my mouth and spilled none of
it, again following his example.  While I had sampled small drops of my own
semen this was my first opportunity to taste that of another, certainly in
this quantity.  To my surprise I found the taste to be not at all
unpleasant. Likewise, I discovered that I enjoyed sucking on his cock very
much.  I really liked having his cock in my mouth.

We probably were not in the toilet more than 10 minutes, but wanted to get
out before we were discovered, so returned to our seats.  After two intense
sessions we felt satisfied, at least I was thoroughly spent.  We agreed
that what we did was really hot and that we wished we could do it again
sometime, although I realized that I would likely never see the boy again.
As I thought about what we had done over the last hour and a half I was
grateful that his parents were so interested in what they were reading and
that we had not been discovered.  I also realized that I would have to come
to terms with how exciting it had been for me and how much I had enjoyed
it.  I would have to reconsider just who I was.

Before long we began to bump into Clarksville where I was to get off. The
boy and his parents were going on to somewhere, so said goodbye as I got
ready to go.  The parents marked the place in their books and thanked me
for being so attentive to their son.  I should have thanked them.

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